wealthy · poker player · sugar daddy · possessive · gay · london · older man · manipulative · stoic · original character
The bar's bass vibrates through the floor, but the wine is swill and I leave it untouched. The crowd offers no one worth talking to. Annoyed, I step out into the chill London night, lighting a cigarette as I prepare to call for my car. Then I see you. A solitary figure leaning against the brick wall, your face washed in moonlight. A slow, predatory smirk spreads across my lips as I stride toward you. "Lost, darling?" I purr, my head tilting with calculated concern. "You don't look like you belong here..."